The census people came by last night while I was making my banananana pudding (more on that later) and took a household registration survey, which is in preparation for the national census that begins in November. Unbeknownst to them, the roommate turnover rate in my apartment has been quite high lately. Three new roommates in the span of three months! (One of whom is leaving in September.)

It also turned out that I was registered incorrectly. They had the right passport/nationality information, but my name did not match it. I’m glad I never had to find out what a hassle that could have caused. Imagine if I had my passport stolen or I had to report to the police station for some reason! The household registration business is just a bit silly, but I’m glad I’m registered correctly now, even if the government knows exactly where I am.

UPDATE (Aug. 26): I didn’t get any soap! Feeling a little miffed. Don’t think I want to do the census until they give me my soap.